Mya’s Point of View:
“UGH!!” I shouted in frustration. “NOTHING IS f*****g FITTING!”
Christian walked in and came over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, placing both his hands on my belly and of course, our daughter kicked with excitement.
“She’s always excited to feel your presence.” I rested my head against him while staring in the mirror.
“That’s good, right?” He asked me before kissing the top of my head and releasing me.
“Good for you. You don’t have to feel the pain.”
I turned to him and he smiled before he pulled out a beautiful black box. My eyes moved to it as he walked over to me with it.
“You look so beautiful.” He whispered to me. “I’m in love with you, but I feel that beautiful attire is missing some jewels.”
I turned around to face the mirror and he got behind
